When the car arrived downstairs of the production unit, Fang Yu had already fought with his own money tree for 800 rounds. When he got off the car, he was physically and mentally exhausted. He didn't want to say anything more - just like that, he was patted from behind. He heard the person who got off the car behind him "snap" and closed the car door and said, "Be mentally, what do you think you are bullied? When you saw it, you thought I was doing something to you in the car."

Fang Yu: “…”

Jingran: "I am a straight man."

Fang Yu turned his head and looked at the young black-haired man standing behind him in an open space. He saw that the latter took out his glasses from his pocket slowly and put them on. He lowered his head and turned on the front camera of his mobile phone to handle his hair that was sleeping a little messy in the car meticulously. Finally, he smoothed the last wrinkles on the collar, turned his head and asked expressionlessly: "Brother Fang, am I handsome?"

Fang Yu: “…Jun.”

Jingran: "It's a pity that I am a straight man and can't respond to your passionate emotions."

Fang Yu: “…”

Fang Yu heard a "boom" in his mind as if something collapsed. Although he didn't know what it was, from the current inner activities, he guessed that what collapsed just now was probably because he finally had the courage to live in this world. At this moment, he probably only knew how much he wanted to fly down from the top of the forty-story building in front of him with Mr. Money Tree in his arms.

With a squeak, he fell to pieces and was covered in blood.

While the agent's bloody and violent mind was unable to close it when he opened it, the young black-haired man who was originally standing behind him had already taken the lead and walked forward. Fang Yu was slightly stunned and finally took a step to follow, so he did not miss seeing Jinran say "Thank you" to the security guard who opened the door for them with a gentle smile.

The corridor was empty, and he walked in front carefully. Fang Yu followed behind his butt, thinking for a while and said, "I have served you for seven years. Not to mention opening the door, even smashing the door, you have done it for you who forgot to bring the keys to your house. You have never said 'thank you' to me like you did just now."

Hearing this, it was rare that he did not refute immediately. Instead, he nodded and silently nodded. Just as Fang Yu thought this guy was really reviewing himself, he didn't expect that the person walking in front suddenly spoke without looking back: "Brother Fang, the bad intentions of gain and loss are so heavy that it will make people lose their beautiful original intention--think about the way you and I met on the streets when you swear to make me famous... You can find many, many Xiaotuo who you spent all your efforts to make me famous.

Ming, they have low EQ and low IQ, but even if you throw the script on his face, he will say 'thank you' or 'sorry' to you. Even if he can't act like this, he still won't act - then now the question is, do you want this little Transparent who has low EQ and IQ and will never be popular, or do you want to not say 'thank you' to you but tolerate you to squeeze out the city villa, new sports car and Yuan Jinran from him who has a successful life?"

Fang Yu: “…”

Jingran: "Look, you already have the answer."

Fang Yu: “…”

Fang Yu felt that he shouldn't be mean, so he was right. The gain and loss mind was really not that heavy - this is not the case, retribution comes so quickly: I don't know why the one who wants to die is even stronger than before!

Fang Yu was silent and heard Jingran calmly arrange in front: "After a while, you will talk to Jiang Luocheng about the script. I will find someone to get the script myself, and then wait for you in the fitting room later."

Fang Yu nodded and wanted to agree habitually. Thinking about it, he shook his head immediately: "What the hell, when you arrive at the place, you should at least let Director Jiang meet you and say the rest - just try the show without even saying hello? Jingran, you are not a newcomer anymore. If you don't understand the ideas of some directors and screenwriters, how do you know about shaping issues such as character plots, and you can't act like this..."

He sneered: "I understand the truth, but what you said is not the point."

"Who said it's not the point?" Fang Yu said with a serious expression, "Emotion, I think this is the most important part of acting in a play."

"No," the young black-haired man paused, turned around in a familiar way to the fitting room, and before leaving, he glanced at the agent lazily, "The point is, is Jiang Chuan looking good?"

"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"Oh," said Jinran, "Are you going to praise those little transparent people who will never be popular?"

"..." Faced with the extremely calm discussion face of his own money tree, he resisted the urge to slap it on his hand, Fang Yu put his hand on his worthless face and scratched wildly, "...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At the same time, he felt his shoulder being patted.

"Don't forget your original intention."

...

After seeing off the long-lasting agent Mr. Fang Yu, he watched him leave without expression until the familiar figure disappeared at the corner of the building. Jin Ran then gently exclaimed, looked around and confirmed that no one was around. He relaxed a little and yawned carefully. A hint of fatigue appeared in his shiny black eyes. He watched the script of the next movie that had been finalized last night, and he was more or less sleepy at this moment.

I'll have to look at the glass later.

It’s bad if you read the lines and yawn.

Thinking about this, the young black-haired man began to look for free instant coffee provided to employees in the building. In the process of looking for coffee, he also met many staff members of the programs he had worked with before. Those people greeted him enthusiastically and responded with a smile one by one. So while looking for coffee, he solved the problem of finding the screenwriter to get the script.

Half an hour later.

The big star running around the building looking for instant coffee, holding a cup of fresh coffee with a hand-ground coffee, holding a thin viewing glass script under his armpit, and following a staff member's butt was escorted all the way to the advanced resting locker room.

Then he smiled and said thank you.

Finally, he smiled and accepted his fearful look and waved his hands repeatedly and said, "You are too polite."

Wave goodbye and close the door.

An empty lounge.

The young black-haired man raised his hand to mess up his hair tidying outside. He showed an impatient expression on his face and then leaned on the soft sofa without any image. After a moment of silence, he thought of something and pulled out the script under his armpit. After flipping through it, he found that the screenwriter gave him a relatively later script, and it happened to be a match between the hamster spirit and the Taoist priest. It seemed that the Taoist priest was seriously injured in order to save the hamster spirit. Originally, this was a good opportunity for the rat spirit to take revenge on his wife, but when he came to the Taoist priest, he found that he could not do anything when facing that face.

Too fucking rotten.

It's simply unbiased, simple and crude.

He glanced at the script with a blank expression, cleared his throat, and changed into a rather hoarse voice, with a hint of heartache, saying, "'My wife died because of you, and today, when you lie in front of me dyingly, I found that my obsession has always been nothing more than an obsession-'"

"..." Jingran paused, "The person who wrote the script simply did not care whether the three views on the future flowers of the motherland would be broken because of this."

Turn over and continue.

This time the voice changed, it turned into a low and magnetic mature male voice—

"'Nianran, come on, I'll tell you another story, okay?"

"..." Jinran stared at the script, "I'm dying and I'm about to die, and I'll tell you the story. As the last Taoist priest after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there are always magic weapons on him. If there is no instruction manual, please take advantage of the last breath to tell you how to use it. This will make him reach the peak of mouse birth and become the first consumption in history-"

The cautious voice came to an abrupt end.

Because at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of someone walking from the other side of the sofa. He was stunned for a moment and hadn't reacted to what was going on. Suddenly, he felt the script in his hand being pulled away - the dazzling light made him subconsciously squint his eyes slightly, so he could only see the shadow cast by a tall figure covering half of his person...

At the same time, the sound that was carefully shaped just now is more natural and magnetic, and the very nice low voice sounds-

"'The Dragon King and the Frog met on the beach. After saying hello, the Frog asked the Dragon King, King, what is your residence like? - a palace made of pearls, a tower made of shells, the eaves are gorgeous and grand, and the hall columns are solid and beautiful. The Dragon King asked back, what about you? How about your residence? The Frog said, my residence is green like felt, the grass is green, and the clear spring is gurgling. After that, the Frog asked the Dragon King another question, the King,

What if you are happy? So what if you are angry? The Dragon King said, if I am happy, I will drop nectar, let the earth nourish, and make the grains abundant; if I am angry, I will first blow the storm, then thunder, and then flash and discharge electricity, so that no grass will remain within a thousand miles. So, what about you? Frog! The Frog said, when I am happy, I will face the breeze and bright moon, and croak; when I am angry, I will first glare, then bulge my belly, and finally my breath will be gone, and everything will be over."

“…”

"The Taoist story probably means that people should not be bound by worldly knots and follow the sincere call from their hearts to enjoy their own happiness."

“…”

Just like a rat in the script, he lay in a daze on the sofa and listened quietly to the man finishing the whole story and then summarizing the meaning.

The young man with black hair blinked, and after a moment, he realized that something was wrong. He rolled and crawled over and sat up, and then he found that on the other side of the sofa was a young man who looked about in his early twenties. He had dark hair, but had a pair of blue eyes that were inherited from other race bloodlines. When he lowered his head to read the script, his soft hair fell down, and his high nose cast a small shadow on one side of his cheek.

First of all, this person is very beautiful. To emphasize, it is so beautiful that Jinran, who has seen countless Hollywood superstars, feels that he is so good at seeing tears.

Secondly, he was not wearing any clothes.

However, he seemed completely ashamed of this, generously exposing his evenly distributed, strong and beautiful muscles to the light of the lounge. He shoved the script in his hand back to his hand as the young black-haired man stared at the sofa.

Jinran grabbed the script and twitched his lips. He was about to say something to this unrestrained cool guy who didn't know where to hit him, but unexpectedly, this man suddenly stood up - so his cautious gaze, sitting on the sofa, naturally pointed at his □□.

Jingran: “………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

It is the first time I have seen such a big slut with holy light that is so big that I grow so big, except for the various nude statues in the British Museum. It is quietly dormant between the dense hair, its shape, size, beautiful and hideous.

Beautiful and hideous.

good.

And hideous.

Jinran's tongue was not working anymore. He blinked and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "…………………… Hello? May I ask, who are you?"

At this time, Ku Ge was standing in front of the clothes hanger with his back to the young black-haired man stomped on the sofa. Naturally, he didn't know that the other party was drooling in front of his perky buttocks. He just paused his movements of putting on the Taoist costume on his body, turned his head slightly and frowned slightly between his eyebrows, and then said slowly: "Jiang Chuan, come and try the show."

Jingran: “……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Jiang Chuan turned around and pointed to the thing in Jinran's hand that was almost pinched into pickles: "It seems that it is the one you hold in your hand."

As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he saw the young black-haired man lying on the sofa with his head on the back and staring at him with his eyes "chewing", standing up, opening the door, then slamming the door, and running wildly.

Jiang Chuan: "?"

...

A few minutes later.

Fang Yu, who had talked to the director and screenwriter about life geography poetry and songs, just walked out of the office and saw Mr. Money Tree running towards him at the end of the corridor.

That virtue is like a dog who sees a ham sausage.

Fang Yu used both hands to protect his chest: "I am a straight man."

"Get out!" Jinran grabbed the agent and shook it, "Go and tell them, I will act! The pay is easy, and you can play it even if you pay for it!"

Fang Yu: “………………I met Jiang Chuan?”

He nodded carefully: "My ideal type."

Fang Yu: "Ah?"

Jingran's expressionless face: "'That thick and big that is completely incompatible with the beautiful face'."

Fang Yu: “…”

Jingran: "I want to unspoken rules him."
Chapter completed!